I am the breath of a cooling breeze on a hot day.
I am the touch of a flame on a cold evening.
I am the swoop of a wave against sand-burnt toes.
The flash of a wing against a clear blue sky.
The call of an owl in midnight's lonely darkness.
I inhabit the glorious colours of Autumn's leaves,
fallen upon damp soil.
I am All.
I dwell in empty places and in those that are replete.
I live here. I am Here.
I must remember my magnificence.
-DEDICATED TO MYSELF-
...and to all women who have forgotten...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Child/Crone
Why can't you see me???????
I have the wide open eyes of a child...open to the wonder of the world...open to the mysteries that dwell in the liminal spaces, the corners and the cracks. I see it all. I hunger for those breaks in the 'normal'. I would wander the world in search of them.
I have the open heart of a child....innocent of malice, ready to receive, and always ready to give,give,give. I have the easy sensuality of a goddess, and the earthy nature of a creature of the forest. I am raw and powerful. Gentle and filled with wonder. Hot and dark and ravenous.
But,here, in the 'real world', I am doomed to grow older and am expected to become less than the truth of what I really am. And everyone I know is DETERMINED to make this happen. Except me.
My years as a woman have only just begun....but to the world in which I dwell I am already a crone. Time to put myself away and let the remainder of my years on Earth dwindle away. NO! I cannot allow this. I am glorious. I can feel this glory and it must be allowed its free rein or I will surely die of its burning.
I have the wide open eyes of a child...open to the wonder of the world...open to the mysteries that dwell in the liminal spaces, the corners and the cracks. I see it all. I hunger for those breaks in the 'normal'. I would wander the world in search of them.
I have the open heart of a child....innocent of malice, ready to receive, and always ready to give,give,give. I have the easy sensuality of a goddess, and the earthy nature of a creature of the forest. I am raw and powerful. Gentle and filled with wonder. Hot and dark and ravenous.
But,here, in the 'real world', I am doomed to grow older and am expected to become less than the truth of what I really am. And everyone I know is DETERMINED to make this happen. Except me.
My years as a woman have only just begun....but to the world in which I dwell I am already a crone. Time to put myself away and let the remainder of my years on Earth dwindle away. NO! I cannot allow this. I am glorious. I can feel this glory and it must be allowed its free rein or I will surely die of its burning.
Living With Tears
I've been told my heart is too open. I feel everything so completely. I love DEEPLY. I trust rarely, but when I do, that trust is given fully. I dream big...I wish hard....I hope with every fibre and I give EVERYTHING. And I am lost.
I have no strength to give to myself. No love left for myself. I live, empty, every day. My friends....and there aren't so many of them.....mean too much to me. More than I mean to me. The thought of them makes my heart open like a flower.... but then the thought of being a disapointment to them makes me wilt. I am forever a child, filled with the never forgetting but I am also a terrifying, awe inspiring woman who is too afraid to shine.
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I have no strength to give to myself. No love left for myself. I live, empty, every day. My friends....and there aren't so many of them.....mean too much to me. More than I mean to me. The thought of them makes my heart open like a flower.... but then the thought of being a disapointment to them makes me wilt. I am forever a child, filled with the never forgetting but I am also a terrifying, awe inspiring woman who is too afraid to shine.
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